You have so much of me.
Things I want back,
Things I meant to give,
Secrets, and Pain.
Love, and Hatred.
Admiration, and Disgust.
And yet,
I have nothing of you.
At least, not that I carry in my heart.
I do not regret this,
or maybe
I'm terrified to.
From a distance, your image is...
Obscured into clarity
and I've learned that not every Mirror
is accurate
And the cracked one's can Hurt you.
Jan 9, 2024
Jan 9, 2024 at 4:29 AM UTC
You have so much of me.
Things I want back,
Things I meant to give,
Secrets, and Pain.
Love, and Hatred.
Admiration, and Disgust.
And yet,
I have nothing of you.
At least, not that I carry in my heart.
I do not regret this,
or maybe
I'm terrified to.
From a distance, your image is...
Obscured into clarity
and I've learned that not every Mirror
is accurate
And the cracked one's can Hurt you.
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